I got this book for free as it had been recently discarded by a local high school. I am guessing that the school had bought the book because the story is set in our province, Ontario (in Canada). I was very disappointed in this book as I felt that the main character was not relatable and the other characters were not remotely realistic.
The main character seems to have been a very spoilt young man. He tells us that his father is "Rich and Influential". He is quite bitter that his parents expect him to go to university. I do not understand his dilemma. My working class parents expected me to: not get in trouble with the law, not get pregnant before marriage, not be a burden to them, leave home as soon as I graduated high school or pay "room & board" if I continued to live with them after high school. From my point of view, if parents expect you to go to university, that means they pay the tuition as well as living expenses. Whether you foot the bill or not, if you don't want to go to university, no one can force you. Just leave home, be financially independent, and go your own way. What are they going to do, disown you?
Coming from a very poor family, I can not relate to Crabbe, who is bitter for the fact that he was raised by wealthy parents. For example, he complains:
"I admit I'd never done a day's work in my life before I escaped. Our house had electric this and power that. What work the machines didn't do alone, they helped with. And the servants did the rest. Clothes always arrived clean, food always arrived cooked, lawns were always mowed. We never walked where we could drive (and if we couldn't drive we wouldn't go)."
I also was a teenager in Toronto at the time that this book was first published. I did not recognize some of the words the main character, Crabbe, used. I wonder if those were words from the author's generation. Examples: "Jumpin' Jesus" and "penny loafers". Crabbe claims that it was obligatory to study Latin at high school but I distinctly remember that when I studied Latin at a Toronto high school in the early 1980s, it was definitely not obligatory!
Crabbe refers to their servants as "cook" and "the maid", never by their names (probably unknown to him). His snobbishness really rubbed me the wrong way. The father is a corporate lawyer. Mother does nothing apparently. Crabbe admits to us that his "old man was Rich and Influential and they [his father and the school principal/headmaster] belonged to the same golf club." He is quite dependent on his parents and this life of privilege that they provide for him. "In the city, nothing I did mattered. If I left my clothes lying around, somebody picked them up. If I forgot my raincoat I called a cab. I left my calculator on the subway once: I just bought a new one at the nearest store." OK, so he is a spoiled rich kid who finds that his life has no meaning, no purpose. So?
I just can not relate to this young man. If you are so upset because you are so dependent on your parents' money, why don't you just MOVE OUT and become INDEPENDENT. There really was no need to do what Crabbe did. Honestly, what a drama queen this guy is. I wonder if the author is writing about his own parents and his own feelings about being raised by a "Rich and Influential" father whose money can buy anything. Perhaps he got so used to this rich lifestyle (being so well taken care of) that he could not simply walk away like any normal person.
In my teenaged years (which was when this book was first published), it was quite common for kids to drop out of high school and leave home permanently. My older sister left when she was 16 and never looked back. In those days, a high school drop out could get a job with decent pay. It was before technology and robotic automation took over. Much work was still done by hand, like "data entry" and "assembly line" factory jobs.
The supporting character is Mary who is truly a "deus ex machina". She enters the narrative when the story needs her to enter and exits when the story needs to discard her character.
I feel that it was a huge waste of my time to read this book. As the school where I found it as a discarded novel was in a largely working class neighbourhood, I doubt is was worthwhile for any of the students to have read it either.
I think the author came from a well-to-do family and was working through his own bitterness of being so dependent on wealth and privilege when writing this awful story.
Do not waste your time, please.
Hopefully all copies have been thrown into the garbage by now.